Sans A Fig Leaf, 2018

I walk a mile and smile, all the while both sides of the streets are nothing neat. Unseat the concrete out from under my feet. But I step lively, happily as I am a witness, one of a few who do. I look high then nigh, sigh but keep keepin on. Walking strong with no shoes on. Songs of the key of life running through my head, Bill Withers not even giving me dread as I said, one must be in balance walking on the unbalanced life which I am embedded. Shed my clothes so long ago. Baked and naked in the searing sun as I run…for freedom.